Episode Title: Good Intentions Written by: Tom Fontana and Bradford Winters Directed by: Adam Bernstein (Hill Narrating) Hill: 'The road to Hell is paved with good intentions.' Now there's a mind fuck if I ever heard one. The good side of my will is the road to damnation. Fuck, why even try being good? And if good intentions take you to the lake of fire, where do bad intentions lead? Oz. [Infirmary] Pancamo: Nino, please, you don't understand. I didn't mean it, I did the best I could. Shupe: Hey, Doc, Dr. Nathan. Can't you shut him up? He blabbed all night, I couldn't sleep. Dr. Nathan: You're well enough to be discharged. Transfer Shupe back to Em City and give Pancamo 5 milligrams of Haladol twice a day. McManus: Hey, Gloria. Dr. Nathan: Hey. Chucky Pancamo's delirious. McManus: So what else is new? Dr. Nathan: That's not funny, Tim. McManus: Hey, the paperwork said that Augustus Hill was being transferred back here today. I don't see him. Dr. Nathan: He's still in pretty bad shape. I put him in a private room. McManus: Okay, thanks. [Private Room] McManus: How you feeling? Hill: Like shit McManus: Yeah, you came pretty close to killing yourself. You want to tell me why? Hill: I wasn't trying to kill myself. McManus: You had massive amounts of heroin in your system, which made you get a little sloppy with your catheter, which resulted in renal failure. You may have not been trying to consciously kill yourself, but the result was pretty much the same. Hill: My moms died, wife deserted me. All of a sudden the walls in Oz got too high and too thick. McManus: Augustus, who gave you the drugs? Hill: It don't matter. McManus: It does to me. Hill: Look, what I did, I did. Ain't nobody else going to suffer. McManus: Salvatore Desanto is brain dead from a drug overdose. I suspect Burr Redding is responsible. I suspect he thinks Desanto sold you the drugs. Hill: He didn't. McManus: That's all the more reason for you to tell me who did. Hill: I want to talk to Burr. McManus: No. Hill: McManus, please. McManus: No. You got a message for Burr Redding, I'm your AT&T. [McManus's office] McManus: Salvatore Desanto didn't sell Augustus the drugs. Redding: What? Then who did? McManus: Well, he wouldn't tell me. Redding: He'll tell me. McManus: Why, so you can feed that guy LSD? See, I don't have any proof, but I got a feeling you're the one that fucked Desanto up, and I'm not going to give you an opportunity to fuck someone else up. Officer, escort this gentleman out. [Em City] Redding: Where's Busmalis? Poet: Why? What's up? What's up? [Computer Room] Redding: You said Desanto sold those drugs to Augustus. Busmalis: Yes Redding: You lied. Busmalis: No. Poet: Why'd you lie Busmails? Busmalis: Well, I... Poet: Who you protecting? Guerra? Busmalis: Guerra. Yeah, Guerra made me lie. Poet: Why? Busmalis: I don't know. Maybe he sold the drugs to Augustus. Poet: All right, get out of here. Redding: We need to have a sit down with Morales. [Classroom] Redding: Morales, did Guerra give Augustus those drugs? Morales: No. Redding: You lying. Morales: Know what, Redding? You and me, since we made peace, we've had a good thing going. Don't blow it by being an asshole. Redding: Motherfucker. Who the fuck you think you're calling an asshole? Morales: What the fuck do you think you're doing? (Redding attacks Morales) (Redding and Morales are put in the hole) (Hill narrating) Hill: John and Jane Doe decide to go on a diet. Eat better, get healthy, live longer. What could be wrong with that? Well, studies now show that the stress John suffers from trying to lower his cholesterol can do as much harm as cholesterol itself, that the stress can actually his the cholesterol. And take those low fat, no fat products. Shit's loaded with sugar to make it taste better. So, while Jane's trimming down, she's jacking up her blood sugar, and risking diabetes. Bottled water. What the fuck could be wrong with that? The bottles my friend. 1.5 million tons of plastic are used for them each year, which means more toxic gasses in the air we breath. So, by going all-natural, we're actually killing ourselves, killing the whole fucking planet. [Laundry room] Busmalis: Look at O'Reily, he's been there all day. Beecher: Yeah, he's waiting for the verdict on Cyril's murder trial. The Jury's still deliberating. Busmalis: Think he'll get convicted? Beecher: I hope not. I like Cyril. I'd hate to see him sent off to death row. [Em City] Meehan: Ryan, what news? Ryan O'Reily: Nothing. The lawyer says it could be a couple of days before the jury comes back with a verdict. I just-- you know, I just wish I was with Cyril in solitary, because I know he's scared and I don't think he's got a clue as to what's going on. Meehan: Good. O'Reily: What's good? Meehan: Well, the less aware he is of things, the better chance we have of overturning a guilty verdict. O'Reily: I don't follow, what? Meehan: I'm not going to let Cyril die, not without one Hell of a fight. O'Reily: What do you care about my brother for, huh? What fucking business of it is yours? Meehan: Just because I'm a prisoner, doesn't mean I've stopped being a priest. Cyril is one of God's kids, therefore it's-- O'Reily: Hey, Meehan, yo, yo you know what? Stay the fuck away from me, all right? The last thing I need right now is hope, so just fucking beat it. Get the fuck out of here. What, are you deaf? [Cafeteria] Howell: O'Reily, come with me. O'Reily: Where? Howell: Jury's in. O'Reily: Oh, take that. [Interaction room] Sister Pete: Ryan. Ryan O'Reily: Oh, Christ. McClain: I'm sorry. We're going to appeal. Ryan O'Reily: A lot of fucking good that'll do. Hey, you okay? Cyril O'Reily: Sure. Kiss Jericho. Kiss him! He misses you. Ryan O'Reily: When's sentencing? McClain: It's Thursday. I'll plead for clemency because of his mental state. Ryan O'Reily: Don't. Sister Pete: Why not? The Judge-- Ryan O'Reily: I'm responsible for his decisions, right? I say no appeals. No clemency. Now leave us alone. Cyril O'Reily: Is there a problem Ryan? Ryan O'Reily: No...Just the opposite. You're getting out of here, kid. You're going to be free. [Stage] Fitzgerald: Why would you want your brother to die? O'Reily: Look at our lives. We were beaten as kids, ignored, in and out of Juvie all the time. Then Cyril gets his brains smashed in. And we're stuck in this shithole for the next 90 years. Nothingness is better then a lifetime in Oz. Fitzgerald: Once he's gone, he's gone forever and you will have to live everyday with the part you played in that. O'Reily: Believe me, I accept everything I've done to screw up Cyril's life. I can carry this. Fitzgerald: No. No, you won't be able to. O'Reily: And what makes you say that? Fitzgerald: Because I know you Ryan. O'Reily: What?! You think you know me because we sit around and jaw, you got me all figured out? Is that it, huh? Well, let me tell you something, Ma, even if you'd been in that house my whole life, you wouldn't have a fucking clue who I am. Fitzgerald: Ryan. O'Reily: Let me out of here. Fitzgerald: Ryan? [Sister Pete's office] Meehan: The only way to win this case on appeal, is in the court of public opinion. McClain: In 1989, the Supreme Court ruled that executing the mentally retarded was not a violation of the eighth amendment, because there's no national consensus against such punishment. Meehan: Then we have to demonstrate in court now, that there is a consensus. That even Americans who believe in the death penalty find these particular executions to be cruel and unusual punishment. Fitzgerald: We need to get the media aroused. Meehan: Sister, can you get out a press release to the effect that it's impossible to determine the extent of Cyril's culpability? I mean, he knew he did something wrong, but he-- but he has no sense of the gravity. McClain: Okay, but a press release isn't enough. We should hold a press conference. I want to make it clear that I was never able to discus the specifics of the case with Cyril, that he did not actively participate in his own defense. Fitzgerald: Father Meehan...Do you really think we can pull this off? Meehan: The law is like God almighty himself. It moves in strange ways, so we have to keep nudging it to a more merciful outcome. [Em City] Ryan O'Reily: Hey, everybody, check it out, Shupe's back. Let's give him a hand. Guerra: You're a regular Chris Rock there, O'Reily. Ryan O'Reily: What can I say? It's a talent. Guerra: Speaking of talents, you made a deal with us, we'd hurt Shupe if you'd air hole Jia Kenmin. Ryan O'Reily: Well, I never said I'd do the deed myself. I'm going to find someone to do it who the COs can't blame. Guerra: Who? Ryan O'Reily: The COs themselves. [Gym] Kenmin: I hear Justice has been served. Your brother's going to die for whacking Li Chen. My only wish...Is that you'd been in court the day I testified. Li Chen, he was a good man who wouldn't hurt a flea. I even choked back a fucking tear. I was brilliant. Ryan O'Reily: Hey, Wonton. (O'Reily swings at Kenmin, misses, and Kenmin starts choking him) Officer Robinson: Get off him. Get off him now. (Robinson hits Kenmin) Kenmin: Fucking cocksucker. (Kenmin starts hitting Robinson) Hack: Son of a bitch. (Kenmin keeps hitting the hacks until O'Reily pulls him off) [Infirmary] Dr. Nathan: You're going to be fine. How you feeling? Ryan O'Reily: Sore. How's Jia? Dr. Nathan: I didn't even get to see him. The COs threw him directly into solitary. Ryan O'Reily: It's not nice to hit the hacks. Dr. Nathan: Well, given his previous concussion, I'm a little worried. Ryan O'Reily: Don't be. It's better for all of us if Jia goes back into another coma. Dr. Nathan: I'll get someone to take you back. Robinson: I'll take him. Appreciate what you did today, O'Reily. Ryan O'Reily: If you guys hadn't gotten there when you did, that chink would have snapped my fucking neck. I was just returning the favor. Yeah, Jia, man, he's got some set of balls. He's always talking about what pussies you hacks are. Robinson: Yeah? Well, he's got a lesson coming. He'll learn. [Solitary] Robinson: Hey, Jia. How's the head? Kenmin: Fuck you. Robinson: See, I would call that an act of aggression. (Robinson pepper sprays Kenmin) Kenmin: Ow! Jesus! (Kenmin try's to rush the Hacks. The hacks hold him down and beat him) [Em City] Meehan: You happy with what you did? Ryan O'Reily: What'd I do? Meehan: Got your revenge on Jia Kenmin. Ryan O'Reily: That motherfucker came at me. Meehan: I saw otherwise. Ryan O'Reily: Hey, keep your fucking mouth shut. Meehan: You wear that cross of gold. Why? Do you believe in the risen Christ, or is it just a bobble? What happened to you when you were a child? What made you walk away from the church? O'Reily: I didn't walk away. I ran. Meehan: Why? O'Reily: When I was a kid and all this shit was going down in our house, my dad was wailing on us non-stop, so I went to our pastor. I had a welt on my back the size of this fist, so, I asked to good Monsignor if he could please talk to my dad and ask him to stop beating on us. He said if my dad hit us it was because we were bad and we deserved to be punished. Then he told me to go home and honor thy father. Meehan: There are bad Priests, but there are lots of good ones, too. Your Priest wasn't there for you, but I am. I'm here for you, and I'm here for your brother. O'Reily: No, it's too late, Father. It's too fucking late. (Hill narrating) Hill: John and Jane doe, both looking slim and sexy, meet, fall in love, decide to get married. John buys a nice, fat diamond for Jane's finger. Sweet, except for the fact that people in Africa are living in shit because of those precious little stones. Men are dying everyday in dangerous mines. Men are dying every day in civil wars fought to control the diamond trades. Anyway...John and Jane get married, start pumping out the kids. Shit, even God told Adam and Eve to be fruitful and multiply, but now we've multiplied to the point of plague. Six billion and counting. Suddenly, my cell don't seem so cramped. [Alvarez's cell] Alvarez: I don't know how I'm going to give Julie up. Huh? I had a kid once. Died. It fucking nearly crippled me. I ain't felt love since then...Until now. Penders: You know that CO that you blinded? Alvarez: Eugene Rivera? Penders: Yeah. Is he going to get your dog? Alvarez: Well...He said he don't want any part of anything that had to do with me. Penders: You ever seen these babies fight for sport? Alvarez: I've seen roosters. I haven't seen dogs though. Penders: It's fucking brutal, man. Three rounds of absolute mayhem. Dogs just ripping each other apart. Alvarez: Jesus Christ, fucking stop! Penders: I'm sorry. [Em City] Lopresti: Hey, Penders, Alvarez, what's this? Penders: Beats me. Lopresti: It's dog shit dickhead. Penders: How can you be sure that a dog did that? Lopresti: Who else shits on the floor? Penders: Guerra. Lopresti: That's funny. Clean it up. Penders: No. Lopresti: No? Penders: No. Lopresti: Clean the fucking shit up. Penders: Lopresti, why you always on my fucking ass? Lopresti: Because I'm tired of you and your fucking pooch. Penders: At least Chester doesn't have bad breath. (Lopresti hits Penders, then shoves his face in the shit) Penders: Chester, now, Chester! (Chester attacks Lopresti, bites his throat) Alvarez: Damn! (Penders is put in solitary) [Cafeteria] Hinden: It's a shame what Penders did, teaching Chester to attack. He put a shadow over the whole program. Alvarez: He really loved that dog. He just fucking hates people. Hinden: Let her take you up the stairs. Alvarez: What else? Hinden: Have her sit. Alvarez: Julie, sit. Good girl. And? Hinden: Now, take off your blindfold. Alvarez: I pass? Hinden: Yes, A+, gold star, great job. Alvarez: Thanks, she did all the work, you know? Hinden: And she'll continue to do so, thanks to you. Alvarez: You know what I wish? I wish I could just see whoever's going to get her, you know? Hinden: Well, Miguel... You're going to get your wish because that person is going to be here in just a second. Alvarez :Who's that? Hinden: McManus has been working the phones all morning, and-- Alvarez: Oh, shit. I thought he didn't want her. Rivera: Tina didn't. Well, neither did I at first. Look, I love my wife and everything she's done for me, but she deserves her life back. I mean, I know this dog would be great for me, but I think...over time it would be great for her, too. Alvarez: That's good. Cool. This is Julie, and I trained her special for you, man. Hinden: Special? Alvarez: What do you normally speak at home? Rivera: Spanish. Alvarez: Now make believe you're at home right now and ask for her. Rivera: Julie? Ven Aca. McManus: You taught the dog Spanish? Alvarez: Yeah, yeah. Every command, she's fucking bilingual. Tell her to sit down. Rivera: Julie...Sientate. Alvarez: She's all yours. Te voy a echar de manos. McManus: Come on, I'll drive you home. Let's go. [Wardens office] Glynn: Well, congratulations Tim, you're two for two. Both the music program and the man's best friend has had tangible and positive results. O'Connor: Hear, hear! McManus: Thank you. You know, I just want to tell you both that I appreciate your support as guarded and as half-assed as it's been. O'Connor: Ouch. I was wondering what happened to that backhand of yours. Oh, I gotta go. I'm due over at Lardner. Leo, Timmy. Glynn: Well... there certainly has been a thaw in your icy relationship with the governor's office. McManus: Huh? Glynn: If I didn't know better, I'd say you had a liaison with the state liaison, if not last night, then very recently. McManus: Yeah, I got to go, too. Glynn: Okay, Timmy. (Flashback) Allen: 51. Brass: Yes! Jesus Chris, I fucking won! [Rebadow pod] Rebadow: That winning ticket was mine, damnit! Have I got any legal recourse? McManus: No, no. I mean, even if we could find him it's Dave Brass's word against yours. I mean, he's a CO injured in the line of duty. You, a prisoner, known to talk to God. Rebadow: That bastard! He should be arrested for killing my grandson. Busmalis: Alex Jr.'s only chance to beat the leukemia is to find a donor. Someone willing to give his bone marrow. McManus: I know. But I thought because of his unique ethnic mix a match was difficult. Rebadow: The difficulty is that no one is looking. There must be someone out there. Busmalis: Or here. I'll bet if you search the computer files of every prisoner in Oz, past and present, you'd get a match. McManus: Well, why don't I? Rebadow: What? McManus: Search the files. Rebadow: You'd do that for me? McManus: For you, for your grandson, for Dave Brass, for my own peace of mind. [Infirmary] Murphy: Martinez. I hear they're shipping your ass back to solitary. Martinez: Yeah. Murphy: Listen, I could help you out. A word from me, and you're sitting in Unit B, maybe even Emerald City. Martinez: Yeah? And why would you help me? Murphy: You doused Dave Brass for no apparent reason. Only I'm thinking you had a reason, and I'm thinking if you tell me, that's maybe when I can step up for you. Martinez: I got nothing to say. Murphy: You attacked a CO, Carlos. Where you're going, you've got no friends. If you don't get smart, you're going to fucking hurt a lot more then you do now. [McManus's office] Murphy: Martinez is cracking. We're so close to him jabbering all the names of everybody involved. And my guess is Enrique Morales tops the list. McManus: Good, none of that's going to do much good for Rebadow, though. I mean, even if we find Brass and tell him who cut him, he's not going to give back that lottery money back. Yes, yes, yes. Got it. Murphy: Got what? McManus: Salvation. [Hallway] McManus: Farai Gyrobile is a Rastafarian from Unit C. Now, it turns out that him and Bob Marley have more in common then just reggae. Both of them have white fathers. Rebadow: And was his mother half west Indian half Guatemalan? McManus: Yeah, so he appears to be the perfect match for your grandson. Now all you've got to do is convince him to be the bone marrow donor. Rebadow: May I talk to this man alone, prisoner to prisoner? McManus: Of course. Good luck. [Interview Room] Rebadow: Farai, Bob. Bob Rebadow. Gyrobile: The guy who got aced out of the two million Mightyball dollars. Rebadow: Yes, you see...I needed to win that money on account of my grandson. He's dying of leukemia. Gyrobile: Pity. Rebadow: Which is why I need your help. Alex has a....Very specific racial makeup which you match exactly. Gyrobile: How the fuck you know what makes me up? Rebadow: McManus told me. And I was hoping you might be willing to donate your bone marrow to my grandson. Gyrobile: McManus has no right sharing that shit with you! Everyone here thinks my blood be black, 100%. I fucking donate, and they all know different. And if you tell a soul, you're as dead as your grandboy. Rebadow: No, wait. (Rebadow tries to stop Gyrobile. Gyrobile punches Rebadow) [Rebadow pod. Night] Rebadow: I'm sorry, Alex. I tried. [Sister Pete's office] Rebadow: God spoke to me last night. He told me that the missing element in Alex Jr.'s recovery is faith. Sister Pete: Uh-huh Rebadow: Not money, not science. I want to find a faith healer, someone who will go to my grandson in the hospital, lay hands on him, flush out the Leukemia once and for all. Sister Pete: I see. Rebadow: You're wary. Sister Pete: What little I do know of faith healers gives me pause. A lot of people expecting a miracle...get deception instead. Rebadow: Okay. So, you don't choose the bruised fruit. You look carefully. Sister Pete: For whatever it's worth, the kind of people you're talking about are not typically sanctioned by any church. Rebadow: Sister Pete, I didn't say religious healer, denominational healer. I said faith healer. The faith that alone transcends all cultural divisions and systems. Aren't you sick of the club mentality surrounded by members of other clubs, who belongs to what and which one has the upper hand on God? I mean no offence, but I don't want to belong. I just want to believe. Sister Pete: So, what happens next? Rebadow: I wait for instructions. I wait for the word. I am an arrow in God's bow. [Cafeteria] Whitworth: How long has he got? Rebadow: What? Whitworth: Your grandson, how long has he got? Rebadow: Who are you? Whitworth: A.R. Whitworth, how long has he got? Rebadow: I don't know, only God does. Whitworth: Good answer. Now we're talking. Rebadow: About what? Whitworth: Faith healing, right? Rebadow: How do you know that? Whitworth: Would you believe that last night I dreamt that your grandson was restored to perfect health? Rebadow: Maybe. Go on. Whitworth: Alright. I was born a gimp. Spinal shit, impossible to fix. When I was in high school, found out that my neighbor's a faith healer, born with X-ray vision. She denied it for years, said it embarrassed her. Then she goes and heals a friend and the word spreads. All this time, right next door to me. I was pissed off at first, to tell you the truth. But she's the real deal. No showbiz shit. Rebadow: But you still limp a little. Whitworth: Just started bothering me again. But still, it's better then what it used to be. God may hold the key to your grandson's health, to heal him, but he's holding a key inside the boy. Regina can turn it. [Visitors Room] Sarah Rebadow: absolutely not. Rebadow: Sarah, listen to me. Sarah Rebadow: I have listened to you. There will be no strange woman doing some sort of séance or voodoo over Alex Jr.'s bed. I will not have it. Rebadow: Put aside your prejudices for a moment, take mother and go meet her. Sarah Rebadow: No! There is no way I'm going to dangle that kind of carrot in front of a terminally ill 10-year-old. The boy too is fragile. Say it doesn't work, Robert. What then? We tell him that God didn't love him enough? Rebadow: I don't want little Alex to die. Sarah Rebadow: We're waiting and praying for a bone marrow transplant. Rebadow: Waiting and praying, waiting and praying. What about doing, Goddamn it!? Mineo: Cool down, Rebadow. Rebadow: Step back, this is a family matter. I want to stand on a mountaintop and curse out idiotic, modern small mindedness, our lame civilized methods of surviving sickness. Hospitals are the summit of human potential!? Bull fucking shit! Sarah Rebadow: Are you finished? Rebadow: No. I'll find someone else to visit Regina for me. Sarah Rebadow: The only reason you called me instead of Alex or Sophie or mother is because you knew that they would need convincing. No, there is no one in our family who is going to let that strange woman into Alex Jr.'s room. Rebadow: You can't do this. Sarah Rebadow: Yes, I can. You know what I see? I see a man trying to redeem himself in the eyes of his family, making a last ditch effort after decades of absence. See? Sometimes I have X-ray vision, too. [Rebadow pod] Rebadow: Why? Why open this door, just to close it in my face? Be healed...In the name of God (Flashback) TV Announcer: Our lady of Fatima church and its rectory next door, burned to the ground this evening, killing two Priests. Also injured was Father Raymond Mukada, who suffered from smoke inhalation and is in serious condition at Benchley Memorial Hospital. [Wardens office] Glynn: I don't want to hear anymore, Seroy. You're going too solitary. Seroy: Warden, wait. What if I give you some intel? Will you give me a reprieve? Glynn: What kind of intel? Seroy: About father Mukada. What if I tell you the fire at Mukada's church was requested by a prisoner here at Oz? Glynn: Who? Seroy: Uh-uh. Not until we have a deal. [Interview Room] Kirk: Clarence Seroy is a lying sack of shit. Glynn: Funny, that's what you said when Jaz Hoyt implicated you in Jim Burn's murder. Kirk: I'm innocent. Glynn: No, you're a guilty little prick who's finally going to take responsibility for the shit storms you created. Kirk: You've got no hard core evidence that either I set up the arson or was involved in Hoyt killing Burns. It's still their word against mine. Glynn: Think you got the system beat huh? Well, I've been around a lot longer then you, Kirk. Ray Mukada is a friend of mine. He's lying in a hospital, and that's pissing me off. Pissing me off Royal. [Death Row] Glynn: It's your testimony vr. Kirks. He claims to have had nothing to do with Burns' murder. He says you're lying. Hoyt: I'm on Death Row for Christ's sake, why would I lie? Glynn: What we need is another witness. One of your biker Buddies has got to come forward. Hoyt: They do that, they end up here. Glynn: Not necessarily. If they didn't participate in the crime, I give him a free pass. All your buddies got to say is he heard Kirk propose the murder to you. Hoyt: Done. [Warden's Office] Glynn: Timothy Kirk, you are hereby charged with the murder of James Burns. Kirk: What? Glynn: My friend Max here just corroborated Jaz Hoyt's version of the truth. Put Kirk in solitary until the trial starts. Murder one, death row. Kirk: No, I didn't-- Glynn: He who comes in with vanity shall go out in darkness. Kirk: I'm so sorry. Glynn: And his name shall be covered in darkness. He shall never see the sun. Kirk: No! [Meeting] Glynn: And finally, I'm happy to announce that Ray Mukada will be released from Benchley memorial tomorrow afternoon. McManus: When's he coming back to work? Glynn: Well, the doctors aren't sure yet, but we hope soon. Okay, That's all. Peter Marie...You haven't said a word to me since our little discussion about Pete Schibetta. Sister Pete: "Little discussion"? You know, Leo, when you decided not to resign, I was thrilled. But since then you've become intransigent. Keller can't see Beecher, Schibetta, Alvarez. It seems like when you get an attitude about some guy, boy, you just don't want to hear anything else. And I don't work that way. [Sister Pete's office] Schibetta: Speaking to Dr. Nathan really helped me. Hearing her thoughts about being raped helped me to feel not so alone. Sister Pete: That's great. That's good. Schibetta: So, what's the next step? Sister Pete: That's up to you. I would like to schedule a session with your wife. Schibetta: I'm not ready to face her yet. Sister Pete: Alright. And perhaps you should think about interacting with the men who attacked you. How do you feel about that? Schibetta: No. No way. I'm no rat. I'm not going to give up any names. Sister Pete: Why would you want to protect them? Schibetta: I didn't say I'm protecting them. Sister Pete: You're going to get revenge? Schibetta: I didn't say that either. Sister Pete: Peter-- Schibetta: Just let it go. Sister Pete: Okay, for now. I want to ask you one more thing. What's your relationship with Warden Glynn? So, there is bad blood between you. Schibetta: Maybe we need to let that go too, Sister. Yeah, let that go, too. [Hallway] Schillinger: Hey Petey... Nice ass. (Hill Narrating) Hill: John and Jane raise their kiddies to be decent citizens, teach them the laws of political correctness, teach them to respect other races, genders, body shapes, beliefs. But think about it. Doesn't making our children too aware of the differences plant the same seed of separateness? Are we blinding little Jane and John Jr. so that they only see what makes us different, and not what makes us alike? [Unit B] Schillinger: Hey. Feeling better? Those painkillers are fucking with your brain. You've been sitting there for 2 days. You don't talk, you don't eat with us. Not to mention you got me worried about this gum shit now. Can't tell if they're recessive or not. Robson: Take a hike, girls. Winthrop: Yes, sir. Robson: Vern. Schillinger: Yeah. Robson: I don't know who the donor was, where that fucking dentist got the gum tissue from, who's cadaver. Could be anyone's. Schillinger: Get the fuck out of here. Robson: The shit's anonymous. Stored in some fucking freezer somewhere. How am I supposed to know to ask? Don't look at me like that. Schillinger: When exactly did this come up? Robson: When I was whacked on gas and under the knife. That scum-sucking towel head, he's fucking with me in the middle of surgery. Schillinger: Christ almighty. Is it normal color at least, the gum tissue? Robson: I don't know. I haven't looked. Schillinger: You haven't looked? You haven't paid a follow up visit to Dr. Faraj to find out? Robson: He won't be in again until Thursday. Listen, nobody hears about this, especially not in the brotherhood. [Visitors room] Aryan: So, Vern, am I right in deducing that the reason I drove 80 miles to hear this pathetic story is because you don't know what effect James Robson's little dental dilemma is going to have on his standing in the brotherhood? Schillinger: Yes, sir. Aryan: And because you care about this Robson, he's your friend. Schillinger: Yes, sir. Aryan: Well, let's see if you can answer some of your own questions here, and we'll see if my trip was worth the time. Define purity for me, Vern. You see, I'm not concerned about James Robson. I never did care much for the boy. His type joins us more out of an identity crisis then true faith. Schillinger: Sir, with all due respect, Robson has proven himself. Aryan: With all due respect, Vern, I don't give a shit. What does concern me is you, that your convictions will falter in this embarrassing situation, that you will overlook Robson's infection because the two of you are...close. Schillinger: We don't know anything for sure yet. Robson's going to find out the truth as soon as he can. Aryan: Just remember, a little leaven leavens the whole loaf. That goes for you as well. And next time, spare me the road trip. Use the fucking telephone. [Break room] Officer Johnson: Yo, by the way, I got James Robson over in Unit B. Last night he was asking me if I can get him a copy of your schedule this week. There...some sort of nastiness going on between you two? Faraj: What did he say? Officer Johnson: Nothing. He was just all on edge, in a darker mood then most days. You look kind of freaked out yourself. Faraj: Shit. Shit, shit, shit. [Warden's office] Glynn: Quitting? As of when? Faraj: Today. Glynn: Today? Jesus, Tario. A little advanced notice would have been nice. Faraj: Leo, I didn't see it coming, really. Glynn: You can't give me the rest of the week to fill your slot? Faraj: Look, I'll finish out my shift, and then that's all. Here, these are some contacts that could probably help you out. Glynn: First Cochran, now you. Why can't I hold onto a dentist around here? Faraj: I'm sorry, Leo. Glynn: Bullshit! Faraj: I guess so. [Outside the Warden's office] Faraj: Do me a favor. Spread that around. And don't tell anyone where you heard it, okay? [Cafeteria] Robson: Faraj should be in by now. I'm going to corner him after lunch. I guess you don't want to talk much until then, is that the deal? Schillinger: Hey, I'm not handling this any different then the next guy would, so just give me a fucking break, alright? Robson: Just soup. Poet: Sure you don't want no chitlins and gravy to go with that? Robson: What? Ryan O'Reily: Shall we? Everyone, listen up. Robson here went to the dentist and got himself a nice pair of dirty ghetto gums. Robson: Thanks, Vern. Schillinger: I didn't say a fucking word. Shut up you Goddamn nigger. Just get him some soup. Poet: Whoa, You going to take that, G, man calling your brother a nigger and all? Hey, don't get stupid. Don't want me to Sammy Sosa that jaw with this here spoon. Howell: Keep it moving, girls. Robson: I need to see Dr. Faraj. My mouth is killing me. Howell: You poor baby. Follow me. [Dentist's office] Robson: Dr. Faraj, hi. (Robson pushes Faraj against a wall) Robson: Now, who's the fucking donor, huh? Faraj: I have a wife, I have kids, please. Robson: Don't make me fucking slip. Faraj: No, no, he was white, he was like you, man, he was just your age. Robson: Prove it. Call the fucking lab or whatever. Faraj: I'll prove it, I'll prove it. Okay, just please, go get, get my address book from-- from over there, okay? (Robson turns around and Faraj hits him with the phone) Faraj: He wasn't white, I made sure of that. Robson: Fuck! Faraj: What's done is done. Officer! He attacked me. Must be his gums acting up. (Robson is put in the hole) [Unit B] Schillinger: Now, you all know how highly I've esteemed... James Robson, but the past, unfortunately, is nothing more then the past. Satan has scored a very ugly victory, and it pains me that Robson is a casualty. We must, never the less, abide by out principals, not our feelings. As of today, James Robson is no longer a part of the Brotherhood. (Flashback to Howell beating Keller) [Infirmary] Sister Pete: Hello, Chris. Keller: Sister. You're going to have to talk in this ear, this other one doesn't work too good anymore. Sister Pete: Yeah, Dr. Nathan says the hearing loss may be permanent. Keller: Eh, that'll give me a real excuse for ignoring people. Sister Pete: She also says you'll be sent back to protective custody tomorrow. Keller: Just in time for my trial. Sister Pete: How do you like your new lawyer? Keller: I think I'm going to lose. Sister Pete: How do you feel about that? Keller: Angry. I don't want to end my days on death row. Sister Pete: I'll pray for you. Keller: Do you think Jesus was a fag? Sister Pete: What? Keller: You think Jesus was a fag? It's a legitimate question. Sister Pete: Are you trying to provoke me, mock my religion? Keller: No, just looking for a role model. Jesus was divine and human simultaneously, right? Did the divine part control his sexual appetites? And if so, what chance have I got? I'm not divine, far from it. I mean, all my life, anytime I've gotten the urge, I've stuck my cock into any cavity that was open and available. That's what's led me to this point in time, this precipice of death. If I'd have been celibate, do you think I'd have been happier? Sister Pete: We fight out natures, Chris. Keller: Why? God gives us natures, why? What, for us to fight them? Sister Pete: It proves that we're better then animals. Keller: I guess I failed that test. Sister Pete: You shouldn't think that way. Keller: What Sister? I can't hear you. [Cafeteria] Said: I see the Aryans have snatched your friend Adam. Beecher: Yeah. It's my fault. Said: How so? Beecher: I...I don't want to go into all the gory details...I delivered Adam into Schillinger's hands. Said: Why? Beecher: Because Schillinger could arrange for me to see Keller. Said: Beecher... Beecher: The irony is I didn't see Keller. He was sent to Benchley Memorial before I could get to protective custody. Said: So, to satisfy your desires, sexual or otherwise, you...sacrificed a boy. Beecher: I was convinced that Adam deserved to get raped. You know, he raped that girl, he attacked me. But when I saw him in the gym I...I realized that no matter what Adam had done, no one deserves that. My guilt is devouring me. Said: So it should. Beecher: What can I do to make peace with myself? Said: Well, I could tell you, but you wouldn't want to hear it. Beecher: Go on. Said: This calamity was brought on by your need to see Keller. So, the only way for you to punish yourself is by denying yourself Keller. Beecher: You mean don't see him Said: That's right. Beecher: Ever again? Said: That's right. Beecher: Christ. Said: If you are truly sorry, Beecher, that's what you must do. [McManus's office] Beecher: I want to transfer to another work detail. McManus: You transferred to the mailroom not even a week ago. Beecher: Yeah, I'm not enjoying it as much as I thought I would. McManus: Is there trouble with Schillinger? Beecher: No, I just realized that pushing a cart around isn't the best use of my talents. McManus: Well, Sister Pete Marie's already replaced you. Beecher: I know. McManus: Well, the only opening's in the women's dress factory. Beecher: Fine. McManus: So, wait a second. Sewing hems on women's dresses is a better use of your talent? Don't fucking bullshit me. What's going on? Beecher: Nothing. McManus: All right, all right. This is a prison, not an employment agency. We try to accommodate people, but we can't always. Now, you asked to work in the mailroom. Until you give me a legitimate reason why you can't, you stay in the fucking mailroom. Go! [Infirmary] Beecher: I have a special delivery for Dr. Nathan. (Beecher watches Keller through the infirmary window) [Sister Pete's office] Yood: Can I help you? Beecher: Where's Sister Pete? Yood: In a staff meeting. Beecher: You're that sheriff from Unit J, right? Yood: Alvin Yood, yeah. Beecher: Yeah, I'm Tobias Beecher. Yood: Hey. Beecher: I used to have this job. Yood: And you gave it up? Nothing personal, but you're a dolt. Beecher: Look, when Sister Pete gets back from her appointment, can you give her this note and tell her to make a meeting with Adam Guenzel? He's in Unit B and I think he needs somebody to talk to. Yood: About what? Beecher: She'll know when she sees him. Yood: Okay, I'll give her your message. Beecher: Thanks, so long. Yood: Hey, Beecher, don't take any wooden nickels. [Unit B] Winthrop: How you doing Adam? Guenzel: What do you care? Winthrop: Look, I'm sorry I let them rape you, okay? But it's this place, you know. It got my head all fucked up. Guenzel: Mine, too. Winthrop: We got to be there for each other, bro. Guenzel: Why? You want to borrow my lipstick? Phelan: Guenzel, Sister Peter Marie has requested your presence. Guenzel: What for? Phelan: My guess is to saran wrap your brain. Schillinger: Hey, prag, come here. You listen up, you don't jabber one fucking word to her about what we done to you. Guenzel: Yes, sir. Schillinger: And clean that shit off your face. [Sister Pete's office] Sister Pete: So, that's it. You have nothing else to say. Guenzel: No ma'am. Sister Pete: Tell me about your relationship with Tobias Beecher. Guenzel: I don't have a relationship with Beecher. We shared a cell in Em City, that's all. Sister Pete: What about when you were both outside? Guenzel: Our family's were friendly, but he's, like, 10 years older then me. We never hung out or anything. Sister Pete: What if I told you, that he's very concerned about you? Guenzel: I'd tell you he's a lying cocksucker. I'm sorry for swearing. Sister Pete: I've heard worse. Why is he a liar? Guenzel: He knows why. Sister Pete: You don't want to tell me? Guenzel: Ask him. [Interaction] Sister Pete: Normally, my role in these sessions is to mediate, to referee, but today I'm going to be a little more aggressive. Our subject is Adam Guenzel. I had a meeting with Adam Guenzel when he first came to Oz. Since then, his behavior patterns have changed significantly. Clearly he has been abused sexually and I suspect that the three of you know the details. Tobias? Beecher: He was raped, gang raped about a week ago. Sister Pete: By whom? I'm not investigating this as a crime, I just want to help the boy. Vern. Schillinger: I don't know what you're talking about. Sister Pete: Said, can you shed any light on this? Said: No. Sister Pete: Fine. But I want you to know that I am not letting this pass. I'm going to be seeing Adam Guenzel every single day until I can get him to open up, until he can tell me exactly what happened. This session is closed. I am sick of sitting in the same room with you. [Unit B] Schillinger: Adam Guenzel has become a liability. Inmate: You think he'll blab to the nun? Schillinger: Uh-huh. Hey, prag. Get in here. Guenzel: Yes, sir? Schillinger: I've got good news. We're going to help you escape. [Em City] McManus: Beecher, I've got some news. Adam Guenzel is dead. Beecher: What? McManus: They just found his body. Evidently he was climbing the fence, he was attempting to escape. He got passed the barbed wire, but then the fence.... Beecher: He was electrocuted. McManus: Four thousand volts, straight through him. Beecher: Fuck. McManus: I'm sorry. (Outside. Guenzel's body hangs from the fence.) (Unit B. Aryans laugh) (Sister Pete's office. Sister Pete closes Guenzel's file.) (Hill Narrating) Hill: So...that road to hell that's paved with good intentions, I'm not saying to make a detour, only that before you make your first step, consider the consequences. Because good can turn to bad in the blink of a fucking eye.